Day 2 - first day out of bed

Not everyone agrees with my numbering system but for those following I consider surgery day - day 1.

I probably won't be blogging to the same degree that I did the last time. This time around I plan on telling you if anything was different in either a good or bad way.

So I made it through the night. The nausea finally calmed down and I had my first real meal - breakfast. PT came around and it was time to get me moving. The last time it took my mom and 3 others to do it. This time we got me to the side of the bed with my mom and 2 PT's. I can't lie I yelled a lot, I cussed a good amount but they got me there. About the only thing I can say now looking back 12 days is that there is no way around it. You have to do it. The more you do it the less it will hurt. blah blah blah it stinks regardless. I felt really light headed so we didn't push it further than sitting on the side of the bed for the first try.

Of course that meant that PT came back around that afternoon and this time we got me standing. Fuck it hurt. There were muscles spasms that felt like things were ripping when I stood up and I was so dizzy I couldn't imagine trying to walk. Everyone is different so remember this is my experience yours could be quite different.

The rest of the day was spent sleeping a huge amount and talking to family when I was briefly awake. In a previous entry I told you about the gift bags a group of us made for the nurses and techs. We started to give those out as soon as I got to my room and certainly they went down a treat.